Match of the dayGOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!
(Although I before you start celebrating, I should point out that I was the goalkeeper they scored past)
I play football every other week at the Reebok Stadium, home of Bolton Wanderers.
After five minutes I notice one of our players is struggling with some kind of knee injury. It is custom that when someone is injured they go in goal for a bit. I do not like this because when it comes to playing outfield, I'm more Aled Jones than Vinne Jones. So I decide to give him a few minutes to run it off.
And then our injured player comes and gets a pass off me. I cannot be totally sure but it seems that he has a false leg. Maybe it was just the light. He has a bandage around his left thigh - maybe he tore his quad earlier and is limping because of that. I mean I don't want to be prejudice, some of my best friends are black - wait no that's something different. I don't want to be prejudice but can someone with a wooden leg be playing football? This thought occupies my mind while we concede another three goals.
I keep a close eye our 'injured' player. I watch the way he moves, the way he always kicks everything right footed and the way he tackles. I am 75% sure that he does have an artificial leg, if only there was some way I could tell for sure.
"I'm just going to sort my leg out!" he calls as he walks off behind my goal. He sits and unbuckles his leg. He re-wraps the bandage around his thigh and puts his leg back on.
I do not know which upsets me more.
- That I was so discriminatory, thinking a one legged man couldn't play football
- Or - that he was a better player than I'll ever be
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